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moment.

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She does not look angry; her eyes fixed on his have nothing but submissive love in them.

“I 杭州个人丝袜上门 have waited,—it seems so long—because I was afraid to trouble you, but I may speak now, Stella?” and he draws her closer to him. “Will you be my wife—soon—soon?”

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Is it “Yes”? If so, he alone could have heard it.

“My poor darling!” he murmurs, and he takes her face in his hands and turns it up to him. “Oh, my darling, If you knew how I loved you—how anxiously I have waited! And it shall be soon, Stella! My little wife! My very own!”杭州spa正规的吧

“Yes!” she said, and, as in the old time, she raises herself in his arms and kisses him.

“And—and the countess, and all of them!” she murmurs, but with a little quaint smile.

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“From Lilian!” she says, guessing instinctively.

Leycester nods.

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She is silent, but she lifts the letter to her lips and kisses it.

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“Paris!” she echoes, flushing.

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“Oh, no, no——!”

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“Settle down,” she says, with a little longing sigh. “How sweet it sounds—but next week!”

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